"When snow falls, Nature listens" (Antoinette Van Kleeff)
The entire time I was on the road for this last trip, I worried that I'd run into snow up in Massachusetts.
Lo and behold, it wasn't until my plane hovered over RTP that I wound up seeing any of the white stuff. We were almost re-routed to Nashville because the pilot couldn't see the runway. I'm glad he finally saw it.
I had to get a photo of this little bird as I was coming in the door at our front step last night. (see above)
This morning, I awoke, and looked out at the back deck to see my little friends greeting me...
...our violas are happily nestled in the snow, still perky and happy...and the bluebirds, welcoming me back home to the quiet and peace that a snowfall always seems to bring...
It's good to be home. Happy Weekend, folks!
(You must be so tired of my bluebirds, but I never tire of them!)